Philipp Schalla

I sit in the tears of an old memory, 
a shade of luck is chasing after me
and even if I‘m close to colapse I can reach my hope and grap it
I sit in the tears of an old memory

I cry for the wings that I once used to fly
besides all fall-backs it was you who made me rise
but just like everyone rising high I was falling down as well
so I cry for the wings that I once used to fly

And I lied to you
you lied to me
I think we‘re fine now
I think you agree

I painted my spring and I scribbled down my fall
on a piece of parchment I nailed it to the wall
since that day I spent my time with starring at this documentation of loosing
on which I painted my spring and scribbled down my fall

I sit in the tears of an old memory
and even if I doubt this time belongs to me
so I can either learn to accept it  and avoid my faults the next time
or remain in the tears of an old memory